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WHO: Rodimus & Ratchet, Drift
WHERE: the ruins of the city
WHEN: the first day here, shortly after
WHAT: Ratchet yelling at Rodimus after he neglected to tell Drift some things & reattaching his arm, Drift cornering Rodimus so they can have a talk about Overlord related events
WARNINGS: Rodimus being a shitbaby, gay robot feelings

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Drift still looks deeply troubled by that whole thing with Brainstorm, but his optics dim, turning thoughtful. "What if he's here too, though? I think we're here for a reason, Rodimus -- and whatever that reason is, whatever the force behind it, I don't think it'd allow Brainstorm's plans to go unchecked."

Drift hopes so, anyway. But he believes in the importance of Rodimus' destiny, and it's hard to convince himself that all of this is mere coincidence.

"I think we should split up, see who else is here. It wouldn't hurt to keep ourselves well appraised, particularly if Brainstorm's been up to something while I've been away."

"He is," Rodimus admits, rubbing the back of his helm. "I tackled him to the ground in his alt and he kicked me in the face. Long story." It's been a day to say the least.

But Drift's conviction is nice, even if Rodimus doesn't find himself agreeing. He'll just deal with it when it comes - like he always does. Well, maybe with a little bit more planning this time. There's only so many things that can go wrong in one day and he thinks he hit the limit. "Let any crew members know we'll have a meeting sometime soon. Just to catch everyone up."

Ugh. This means he's going to have to talk to Megatron again. Ugh.

But one more thought occurs to him: "Hey, you got anywhere to stay yet?"

Man, okay, Drift really doesn't know what's up with Brainstorm's whole evil time travel nonsense, but kicking Rodimus in the face? Not cool.

"I think an organized gathering is the way to go," Drift agrees, nodding. "That way we can bring everyone together, get a solid head count -- and raise morale. If we're all together, it's easier to keep everyone thinking positive. And keep an eye on Brainstorm, too."

Sorry, Rodimus, we all have to do things we don't like. Drift wouldn't really be crazy about talking to Megatron either, though.

"Huh? No, not yet. Haven't really had a chance to look around for any place to stay."

"Not sure what we're gonna do about him. I mean the original plan was to follow him back in time and punch him until he stops doing whatever it is he's doing. But he's playing innocent now."

Maybe they should ask him to take off his mask? Just to be certain. They can do that at the meeting then, he's decided this.

"Great, then you can stay with me." That won't be a problem, right? It's a sign of how much time has passed and how much Drift has missed that he pauses and adds: "If you want to."

Drift raises a not-eyebrow at that hedge, somewhat uncharacteristic of Rodimus, but it's not exactly a bad thing. He smiles, his optics brightening at the prospect. Why wouldn't he room with Rodimus? It's kind of a fun idea, honestly. The Lost Light had been big enough for them both to have their own quarters, particularly since Rodimus got the captain's cabin, but here in the ruined city, it's probably safe to say there aren't as many comfortably inhabitable places to stay. Besides, it's good to stay close.

"Of course I want to," Drift says readily, nudging Rodimus's shoulder. "I take it you've found a place to stay, then?"

"Near the center of the city, great view of a bunch of destroyed buildings."

It's prime real estate, what can he say? But Rodimus grins at Drift's acceptance, shoving the voice of doubt that threatened to say but what if he didn't want to, after everything you didn't tell him aside. He doesn't have time for that and it's not even true now that Drift has said he would. Of course Drift would, it's Drift.

"I'll comm you the coordinates later and we can meet up again around sunset," he says, to give them plenty of time to cover as much ground as possible.

"Sounds good to me," Drift says, and there's a trace of relief in his voice. He'd come to talk to Rodimus with a heaviness in his spark, and he'd been hurt but not angry -- but it was hard to stay that way, after talking to Rodimus. It still hurt, that Rodimus had kept that from him, but all Drift really wanted to know was that it had been done with good intentions, if he was going to do it at all. And Drift knows now that Rodimus understands how it'd made him feel, and he doesn't think Rodimus would do that to him again.

He turns a half-step away, one hand on the hilt of his sword, but he pauses to smile and wave. "I'll see you at the new place, then. I can't wait to check it out."

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